His empty paunch that he might fill, examples of this rule; which will be illuftrated by changing the ftructure, so as to remove the accent from the first syllable to the Jecond. If instead of, Glitter'd like Spangles on the ground, the fourth verfe be read, Like Spangles glitter'd on the ground; the ear will eafily determine which fhould be preferred. It is however true, that when the accent is placed on the first fyllable, and repeated at the fecond, the measure is not only harmonious, but acquires a peculiar force. The eleventh verfe is of this kind, Untouch'd it pass'd between his grinders; which would be greatly enfeebled, by changing it to It pafs'd untouch'd between his grinders; tho' the cadence would still be poetical, as the first accent would fall on the fecond fyllable. Hawkef. The god of wit, to fhew his grudge, A goodly pair erect and wide, Which he could neither gild nor hide. AND now the virtue of his hands Was loft among Pactolus' fands, 30 35 To whom from Midas down defcends By penfions, bribes, and three per cent. By places and commiffis fold, And turning dung itself to gold? NONE e'er did modern Midas chafe Subject or patron of his mufe, But found him thus their merit fcan, * Nor will exchange his plumbs for bays: BESIDES, it plainly now appears A cant word for 100,000 l. Dub. edit. Where ev'ry fool his mouth applies, And whispers in a thousand lies.; BUT gold defiles with frequent touch; 65 Of British Midas' dirty paws; 70 Which while the Senate trove to fcour, They wash'd away the chymic power. WHILE he his utmost strength apply'd, 75 To fwim againft this pop'lar tide, By their own weight funk to the bottom; With affes' ears and dirty bands. The Rev. Dr SHERIDAN to Dr SWIFT. Written in the year 1712. DEAR Dean, fince in cruxes and puns you and I deal, Pray why is a woman a fieve and a riddle? "Tis a thought that came into my noddle this morning, In bed as I lay, Sir, a toffing and turning. You'll find, if you read but a few of your hiftories, 5 ་ This I told you before, do you know what I mean, Sir? 20 As for my little nag, which I keep at Parnaffus, With Phoebus's leave, to run with his affes, He goes flow and fure, and he never is jaded; While your fiery fteed is whipp'd, fpurr'd, baftinaded. Dean SWIFT's answer to the Reverend Dr SHERIDAN. SIR, N reading your letter alone in my hackney, Your damnable riddle my poor brains did rack nigh. A woman's no fieve (for with that you begin), 5 10 Now tell me a thing that wants interpretation, What name for a maid†, was the first man's damnation? If your Worship will pleafe to explain me this rebus,' I swear from henceforward you shall be my Phoebus. From my backney-coach, Sept. 11. 1712, past 12. at noon. A LETTER to the Rev. Dr SHERIDAN. SIR, WE Written in the year 1718. HATE'ER your predeceffors taught us, And think your boys may gather there-hence The rogue too bawdy and too profane is. Down in the Strand* juft where the new pole is ; You will not find it in the Vatican. He and Cratinus used, as Horace fays, 5 10 To take his greatest grandees for affes.. Poets, in those days, ufed to venture high; A THUS you may fee, dear friend, ex pede hence 15My judgment of the old comedians. PROCEED to tragics, firft Euripides (An author where I fometimes dip a-days) So much, he fwears the very best piece is, Whofe moving touches, when they please, kill us. 25 N. B. The Strand in London. The fact may be false, bus the rhyme eoit me fome trouble, |